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The Master was pleased that He had made rose He sent a fragrant rain to give it a dose Of life giving water that made rose grow And blossum with pretty flowers like unto a rainbow
When your life is troubled and filled with doubt and fears Look at dew on roses, and remember Jesus' tears As they placed crown of thorns upon His sweet head Father forgive them is words He said
The rose reminds us of this earthly life The thorns amongst beauty are as sharp as a knife But knicks and cuts are worth prize Beautiful roses on table, no matter what size.
Copyright 2004 Irvin L. Rozier
author, preacher, retired military